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[a variation on "The Owl and the Pussycat"]



The British boys flew above the sea

In a beautiful jet-liner plane



They took some clothes, the choir some robes

With no reason to complain.



Ralph looked around after the plane had crashed

And said to Piggy, his friend,

“Oh stupid Fatty, Oh Piggy,” he called,

“What a funny boy you are,

You are,

You are.

What a funny boy you are.”



Piggy said to Ralph, “You promised me,

You promised You wouldn’t tell,”



“Oh, let us hold meetings,” Ralph said to gain order,

“And revere this old conch shell.”



They worked away to build their homes,

Simon helped silently all the time.



But Roger and Jack had other plans,

And went off to hunt for swine,

For swine,

For swine,

And went off to hunt for swine.



“Oh, are you willing to stop all this killing?”

Simon questioned before the feast,



And there in the grove, the pigs head stood,

As an offering to the beast.



And Simon, the martyr, who never was cruel,

Was killed in the hunters’ dance,



And Piggy too, along with the conch,

Were never give a chance,

A chance,

A chance,

Were never given a chance.